The spring scenery is getting deeper and deeper, and the villages surrounded by mountains are wandering in the warm spring scenery. Before and after the spring equinox, the sun was shining and the temperature rose obviously. It seemed that you could hear the sound of grass spitting green and trees sprouting without leaving home. There were countless hopes in your heart. Every spring, it will lift the intoxicating picture scroll, and each color will flicker, charming and bright. When the tea-growing family heard the subtle sound of new buds, it was more like whispering in the bottom of their hearts. Don’t worry, such a good weather, such warm sunshine, and such pleasant wind are helping the tea trees sprout and harvest. The good wind will take advantage of it. After two or three days, the tea buds will emerge perfectly, sitting on the branch, I love the dead. When I glanced at it, I felt more happy and anxious in my heart. It was just a look in my eyes, which was teasing people’s thoughts of growing tea. What coming? The baskets and baskets for picking tea had already been made new, the pot table for cooking tea had already been cleaned clean, and the dried firewood and charcoal were also prepared enough. When the new tea was picked up, the couple came together, open your arms to make a pot of new tea. New Year’s new scene, New Year’s new taste, basket is new, tea basket is new, Tea Bud is also new, it seems that the whole person has become new because of the smell of spring, mood, needless to say, well, it includes all new things. The morning glow gradually dispersed, and the dew began to dry. The big girls and little daughters-in-law with sweet faces, aunt and aunt chatting while walking, all carrying bamboo baskets, went to their tea garden to pick tea. Try not to pick dew tea, which is already a habit that has been followed for a long time. People who grow tea don’t expect their own tea, which has good quality, good taste, eye-catching, and good price. A girl who is idle and like a follower, like a bird, twittering like a flower butterfly, fluttering around, either in front of people, or behind people, or making fun or laughing, either crazy or upbeat, without a moment, the voice of crying for a woman, one side did not fall, the other side rose again, a tea country Symphony, so the prelude was played, each syllable was full of local charm. The two hands are like chicken pecking Rice. The tea-picking women are not free, open the bow around, skillful and rhythmic, with tender tea buds passing through their palms, and then concentrated in the bamboo basket. The quiet tea leaves are fragrant, slowly surround these women. My hands don’t rest, and my mind is also moving. How can people have no idea in real life? When a woman grows up, she has to go through many changes of human feelings, thinking of time, days, family, family, the life years she is experiencing, and even youth, when I think of a woman’s elegance and role change, the feeling in my heart is just like the tea in my hand. When the feeling is strong, I will sing and the song will drift with the wind. I don’t know how many people will look at me, most of the time, I only heard the sound and didn’t see anyone, but every word, from the bottom of my heart, unconsciously made people intoxicated. A folk song is sung every year in the mountains and mountains in front of and behind the village. A folk song is the most sincere interpretation of tea picking women’s hearts, about their youthful longing and their inner desire, about their real life experience. Huangmei opera in my hometown is famous all over the country. The woman who picks tea is singing a few Huangmei tones while picking tea, which is a common thing and also the most exciting thing. In my memory, my aunt and aunt in my hometown didn’t have any special tea picking songs. Instead, they sang classic Huangmei opera one by one. They were busy at ordinary times, as if they didn’t know that they had such a taste, only in the tea picking season, you can dig into your own tea garden. When you are not free in the tea garden, you will inspire the sentiment hidden in the bottom of your heart and sing faintly, let a group of plain crops men be surprised and unsatisfied. When my mother was young, she could sing the songs that many girls sang, such as “ten girls”, “ten girls”, “ten scissors” and so on. She didn’t show her mouth at ordinary times, when picking tea in the garden, I would hum a few words intermittently. My mother’s songs were not Huangmei tune, but slang songs spread among men and women in rural areas at that time, which were full of the Flavor of Love Songs. It should be said that at that time, people don’t have the inner desire to give up because of the poor life. It is some sustenance that people don’t give up when they are ups and downs in the daytime and dusk. Although it is vulgar, bold and enthusiastic, it can’t be denied, it is the indispensable spiritual food of that generation. My sister read little books and followed her mother early to share some pressure for a big family. My sister can also sing those songs that my mother can sing. However, she can’t speak easily. A girl is always shy of such hot words, but she can’t speak them. In her heart, without the pursuit of love or the other half in her heart, perhaps these vulgar songs in the countryside are just the enlightenment of love in many women like sisters. When my sister is picking tea, she likes singing Huangmei tune with her sisters, such as “pig grass”, “Pair of flowers”, “couple watching lights”, many Huangmei Opera jokes such as “husband and wife return home” can be sung, and the singing is very interesting. Sometimes they are crazy, and you sing one sentence after another in the tea garden, but they don’t give in to each other, probably, it was also the girl’s unyielding temper in her heart, which made her happy with the eldest brother, uncle, uncle and uncle who were working in the nearby fields. They really didn’t expect that these girls were making a fuss, there is also such ability that singing is exactly the same as that in the movie! Since my brother behind me was seven years old and unfortunately died of missing the best treatment time due to illness, I have never heard my mother sing any more. She has sung songs for decades, buried deep in my heart like this. The elder sister was no longer crazy with her little sisters. When picking tea, a mother and daughter were silent. They could only see their hands and the slight rustle of tea branches. Just like when I was 25 years old, when my father died suddenly, I didn’t feel like singing any more. I didn’t really understand my mother’s mood until this time. In this world, there is nothing more torturing than the separation of life and death among beloved relatives. However, those songs have no sin and no reason to forget them.

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